Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.